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Lost
I have become so focused on being something I dreamed of that I lost myself along the way.
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contrary [e]motion
Every once in a while
the mountain winds
taste of salt,
so much that I could
cup my hands
like shells
and picture white waters
marvel at oak roots
for the first time,
hear the seagulls
cry for food
let’s build a castle
you and I,
made of stardust,
down the street
where the last wish
went to die,
let’s make boats
of these empty pages,
and flowers,
and hats
to call our crowns.
Let’s dance alone
you and I,
to the sharp
light melody
of a moon
and let’s stay,
oh let’s stay,
grow old
you and I,
in the place
where the roses lay.
Imagination
keeps the earth still
beneath my feet
but the clouds above
bring your nam
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Metta
Sometimes
when I fear that no one knows me,
I remind myself:
You are stars and indigo
jewel blue
and wide-ruled lines.
And this isn't loneliness.
It’s a delight to be a mystery.
No one can know your soul,
how it seeps into the cracks and crevasses of the world,
what little thrills it will delight in.
It's yours alone.
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